Creative Writing: Destroying Racism Essay

As the snow covered the house that my grandma occupies, I looked out the window to the neighbor's front door, their mailbox, and the circular driveway they had. It was just another home, where kids could build a snowman or throw snowballs on the front lawn. But there where no children or snowmen here. And beneath the snow, the word "N-I-G-G-E-R" was written in the grass. A family- a home- where they had bothered no one. One night someone decided to take weed killer and burn it in giant letters into their lawn. This is why our nation, the melting pot of many races, needs to confront the problem and deal with what really is in front of us. When I first really thought about this, I thought, this is…show more content…

To put race into terms, I believe "racism" and "prejudice" intertwine with each other. You basically pre-judge a person because they're not the same as you, wether it be their color, how they speak, or even the way they walk or go about their everyday life as a human being. We then treat the people who look the least like us differently, like they're from some other planet. But this is not so; we need to understand that because America is the melting pot for many kinds of races, we, as a nation need to take more care, to be a little more sensitive to others, so that all the ingredients can be melted together as one, instead of the whole batch separating from each other and eventually ending up with a mess rather than an example for other nations to follow on. Although I speak strongly on the fact we need to sharpen up as a nation,
I don't think it's up to a particular race or group of people to set the standards for the rest of us. In order for racism to dissipate, it has to be a decision we all want to contribute to. I think we are still a long ways from getting everyone on the same page, although we have made great progress from what we were, we still have many miles to go before someone can say "What is racism"? For being racist isn't power, it's ignorance, and if you could be of a different race for a day, you probably would

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